After many months of writing, it occured to me that it might be possible to photograph, in the flesh, what I was attempting to capture in words. I bought a Rolleiflex camera and began to take pictures of objects or structures that were used and abused by human hands
In the blur of the photograph, time leaves its gleaming, snail-like track.
However much [photographs] may lie, they do so with the raw materials of truth.
The past is useless. That explains why it is past.
The man who walks alone is soon trailed by the F.B.I.
Cats don't belong to people. They belong to places.